The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-04-29
Little Kits LoCket.

'lnerG 5 eremlan-uH me peaches
snapped Miss Prudence MattisOn, her
dark eyes glooming somber thunders
in the direction of q lauk country-boy
who was hopping his forehead with q
yellow bandanna handkerchief, as he
watered his horse at the stone basin
just outside tAe osage-orange hedge
that surrounded John Thorndyke's
farm.
Inside the wagon we're Ows of peach
baskets, full of great, velvety spheres,
glowing beneath a pink mist of net
ting.
''Well?"
This lazy little query was Ianguidly
dropped by Kate Thorndyke, who had
been sitting with her aunt on the front
porch for the past hour, as her dark
blue, dreamy eyes reluctantly sank from
sunset wonders to this world of actual
tiles.
well? It's far from Welt" growl-
ed Miss Madison. Here these peach
es have come back from town"
Couldn't help it marm," interpo-
lated the rueful knight Of the bandan-
ma, as he stumped up the piazza steps,
to give an account of himself. You
told me TO git a dollar a bushel for
them peaches, and the market was so
full l was only offered seventy five
cents, so in course l had to bring 'em
home ag'n."
':And didn't you know that as the
peaches won't keep till tomorrow that
it was better to sell for that price
than not at alp Oh! jeremiah, Jere-
miah! will no one ever succeed in beat
ing a thimbleful of wit into that red
head of yours?" quried Miss Prudence,
seemingly OF the universe at large, Is
she tilted her sharp nose and angular
chin. and searched the blue vault of
heaven despairingly.
The namesaEe of the prophet AMI
bled ruefully away, his bandanna trail
ing in the dust: and Miss Mattison and
her pretty niece were left alone to
consider the situation.
Not that John Thorndyke, the hand
some young widower who owned
Thorndyke Farm and used it as a
summer residence, would have cared
two straws whether those eight bush
els of red-goid peaches were wasted or
not; but his aunt and sister, who had
been left at the head Of affairs when
he had been called away TO st Louis on
business, right in the midst OF peach
harvest, had determined to conduct
affairs so wisely as to come off with
flying %collors, and to be a perpetual
demonstration of the thrift and capa-
bility Of womankind to scoffing man
kind, as embodied in John.
IF John found out about this, how
he would tease usil' unused Kate,
I'VE must do something" declared
Miss Prudence. desperately. I'D 20
back to town with the peaches myself.
but it is really TOO late" She sighed, as
she noted that the Sunset was fading
into twilight, and the intermittent
lamps Of the f~reflies were already
dashing along the waxen-dark hedge.
1 have itr' exclaimed Kate, sudden
", clsppping her pink palms, as a
brilliant idea solved the yexed question.
wen can them and sell them at the
Grange store
THAT we will assented Miss Pru-
dence. nodding so vigorously that her
short black curls stood on end, like
Qdecn DIDO $ iii the old nursery game.
ssWe'n do finely, il everyone helps
you and !. and Sue, Mary and Jere-
miah.o
Me, too!'' piped q small, sweet. nm
expected voice; and Baby Kits golden
haired morse. ef Esve sesss, rolled from
tho little pink hammock where she
had been taking her afternoon nap,
snd came forward to demand her right
ful share in the domestic excitement.
So she was provided with d Kitchen
knife, which had outlieed its best days,
with which she hacSed Intellectually
away Il the rosy peashes, during in
tervals Of hoverihg over bubbling
kettles, until hsr white eaelids began to